Different

°•♤•° Chapter Seven °•♤•°

°•☆•° Word Count: 1,327 °•☆•°
°•♡•° Time to Read: 9 mins °•♡•°

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Jisung led Minho out of his room and out to the hallway. He walked to a door a few feet to the left of his room-a room that Minho hadn't even noticed before. Han opened the door to reveal a simple guest room, with a queen-sized bed up against the furthest wall and a nightstand next to it.

Jisung let go of Minho's hand once he reached the window to the right of the bed. Minho frowned; upset by them no longer holding hands and confused by why Han was fiddling with the lock on the window.

Jisung finally pushed the window up and crawled out of it and onto the roof.

"You coming?" he asked while holding out his hand.

Minho nodded hesitantly and walked over to the window.

Jisung helped him through it and made sure Minho's feet were steady as he crouched on the roof.

Minho took in his surroundings as he slowly stood up from his crouched position. The evening, autumn air was crisp and had a slight chill. The sky was a beautiful mix of oranges and pinks as the sun started to make its descent from the world.

He looked over at Jisung, who was trying to climb a ladder onto the second-story roof. Han stopped halfway up the ladder and a smile started to form on his face.

"Wow~. Come on Minho, before you miss it, " he called out.

He finally made it to the top and motioned for Minho to climb the ladder. But, Minho stood glued to his spot.

Jisung frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just...not a big fan of heights," Minho answered, staring at the ladder in fear.

"We can go back inside if you want-"

"No!," Minho cleared his throat. " I mean- no, it's fine."

He slowly made his way to the ladder and climbed it, with Jisung's help.

What he saw once he made it to the top was breathtaking. The sky was ablaze with the rays of the setting sun, which cast an orange glow onto the clouds, resulting in various hues of both orange and pink. The fluffy, pink clouds slowly faded into light purple ones the further they were from the sun's light. The view provided no physical warmth, yet it created a warm feeling in Minho's chest; one of nostalgia and comfort.

Jisung sat on the decline of the roof and pat the spot next to him. Minho snapped back to reality and laid down next to him. For a while, they did nothing but watch the glorious sight in comfortable silence. Minho hadn't experienced such contentment in all of his life. He felt...at peace.

But eventually, the autumn air became too cold for him, and he started to shiver. Han noticed this and he stood up and made his way over to the ladder and climbed down.

He retrieved two blankets and took them back to where he had left Minho. He carefully placed both over Minho, who was still lying with his back against the roof.

"Thank you," Minho said as he sat up to readjust the blankets. He noticed how Jisung had not grabbed one for himself, so he offered a blanket to him.

"No, I'm fine. The cold doesn't bother me."

Minho ignored him, since he could physically see him shivering, and scooted to where his hip was up against Han's side. Before Jisung could complain, he pulled part of the blanket over the boy's lap so that they were equally sharing them.